Critic

Those shoes were never worn

Thus, never torn.

We hath never strolled.

We hath never dreaded to slink before

We can crawl.

Reveries of the past bewitching the known

Denouncing the just.

More to tell before

All hath to end.

Should we wait a while!

Before we could adduce! 

The truth we seek lies in the fibs.

Even we can glimpse

Through the hole of the mist. 

It's not here anymore never been there before.

Can we seek the just!

Or just the reveries of the past!